#donutmancy

[critrolesideblog]

has this been done yet?

[flappingduster]

Jester brings that extra bit of warmth to a cold place 

[ruvigapo]

If you'd like more, might I suggest donutmancy cuddling & reading to each other or having a study/book date? :3

so a little while ago kuro drew the jesties, and then shay drew the jesties ;u; so i wanted to draw the jesties too ;u; <3<3<3 (I like to think jester helped decorate Caleb and Essek's appartment).

so i looked at my inbox and was like,, WELL I DO HAVE PROMPTS STILL

Thank you @agentmintea for the prompt!<3 Also @hanaraad this also vaguely fits your prompt so consider this like,, one and a half prompt lol (I'm still saving yours for later tho).

|| ko-fi ||

[chi-arts]

going for a simpler more cutesie art style with some of the mighty nein - the most shippable bunch of characters  ever! and we’re starting with giving Essek all the smoochies he deserves :D

also animated M9 hell yeah!!

[jackkdaniels]

a couple years down the line Essek casually refers to Caleb as his husband in front of Jester who goes :OOO “Essek!!! you guys are married??? why didn’t you tell me I wanted to come to your weddinggg!!” and she goes on like this for like a full five minutes while Essek just sits there with a smug? fond? grin before he says “we’re not married, I just wanted to see how you’d react”

[marymauk]

Caleb and Essek spend weeks feverishly pouring over notes and annotating tomes and transcribing sigils to modify True Polymorph so they can make Jester a flock of real flying hamster-unicorns for her birthday send post

[mieletthe]

When the bitter chill of Eiselcross draws gooseflesh from his skin, Essek Thelyss thinks of freshly poured tea in the shade of a sun-dappled grove. He thinks of the scalding heat rolling down his throat, his fingertips in exquisite pain against the ceramic.

He thinks of chicory-blue fingers braiding auburn hair and tucking wildflowers between the plaits. Of impish peals of laughter carrying through the thick summer air.

He thinks of lips pressing to his cheek, warm breath and warmer words ghosting across his face before they pull away. He thinks of those same lips bestowing solemn mercy upon his brow.

He thinks of callused hands cupping his to tip a precious clutch of skin-warmed pearls into his palms.

(He thinks of what it would be like for those hands to wrap around him, to give himself into them.)

He thinks of steam licking at bared ankles. Of tilting a wine-flushed face up to bask in the glow of the amber lights that dance among impossible tree roots overhead.

He thinks of drawing a finger through hot sand to form the intricate shapes of arcane glyphs, the delicate weight of a parasol pressed to his shoulder.

He thinks of determined, softhearted embraces enveloping his uncertain body.

He thinks of the wildfire that erupts from finely turned fingers carving fierce somatics into the air. Of incandescent flames glinting copper sparks on windswept hair.

(He thinks of sweat and panted gasps and searing kisses.)

When the hostile wind bites deep to his bones and the brittle atmosphere stifles his breath, Essek Thelyss warms himself with thoughts of what was and what will never be.

[meteokitten]

no <3

Essek and Jester' friendship in 132, let donutmancy rise!